Do the heavens rule that much
I speak of our doomed love, that the stars malign
The joyous day, destined to be apart
From the ambient darkness of the night
Oh farewell, farewell I bid this ****** earth
If we’re to be, only in death
Then to your arms, I’ll race, Where I’m to die

She hums to the beat
Of my racing heart
And my deal with the cousin of death
Collapses and at once I resurrect
With her laying on my naked chest
I transform into a playful child
Fingers travelling at a snail’s pace
Through the traffic of her hair
A world stricken with war
All my life, I’ve run headless
In pursuit of the look of peace
And there it wore your face
And it’s beautiful

Tired flames
Still burn, though they struggle
Tired flames, The wind is to come thy way
And fight you shall, to keep thy light

To the heavens one cries for mercy
Only to be met with rain
Tired flames
Struggle, struggle
They come for your light